Psychopathic love.
Now here she was, on her bed, half-dressed in just her bathrobe, naked beneath, mewling into her pillow, riding herself to another shuddering climax, sometimes gasping with her squirming fingers deep inside her pussy, sometimes edging herself almost into a stifled, quivering orgasm.
Then, her imagination kicked in, being roughly entered from behind against the table she was resting her hands on earlier. Moaning from enjoyment and sobbing from shame to no end, finally her vagina filled up like how she craved it. Sometimes it was very forceful, fueled by his sheer animal lusts and anger.
“This isn’t helping.”
Kiara suddenly tugged down her bathrobe. She picked up one of her hairbrushes on the
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